Chapter 25

Weicheng is more than 400 miles away from Mucheng. If you travel by sword, you can get there in a few hours at a fast speed. If you take a carriage, it will take three or four days with frequent stops.

On this road, there were two swordsmen circling above the forest, holding searching plates in their hands, as if they were looking for someone.

The two of them looked relaxed and seemed in the mood to chat.

"Hey, you just said you wanted to kill a useless person, but Master Chu asked the foundation-building monks to do it. How generous."

Another person smiled and said, "Who doesn't like making money? This job is good. Well, I found it."

The search plan was finally settled. In the woods, a man in gorgeous clothes was walking slowly.

He seemed to be exhausted and had a hard time walking on the mountain road. The two Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators took out the portrait given by Fourth Master Chu and compared it with the person they wanted to kill. It turned out to be the person they wanted to kill. Chu was shocked.

No matter how proud you were of the heavens in the past, you have now become a ghost under their swords, and have to exchange your head for money.

Moreover, Chu Jinglan was at the peak of the Golden Core stage before he was abandoned, but now he is going to die at the hands of those in the Foundation Establishment stage. Just thinking about it gives me an inexplicable pleasure.

To deal with such a useless person, they disdain to launch a sneak attack, and they swung their swords down and blocked Chu Jinglan directly.

"Master Chu, please stay."

Suddenly two passers-by appeared. Chu Jinglan was neither panicked nor surprised. He really stopped, raised his eyelids calmly, and glanced at them lightly.

Although he was in such a miserable state, his eyes seemed to be looking down from above, casually glancing at them from a high place and far away, without even looking at them carefully.

This look touched the tail of one of the foundation-building stage masters. He frowned and said, "I called you Young Master and you really took it seriously. Do you think you are still a genius in the Golden Core stage?"

Chu Jinglan seemed to have no strength left. He passed by them coldly without even opening his mouth. This look of disregarding others made the two people who wanted to bully him angry. One monk directly put the tip of the sword in front of him and said, "We are here to take your life. The Chu family doesn't want you at all. Are you sad, Chu Jinglan?"

When the tip of the sword poked in front of him, Chu Jinglan finally raised his eyes, but his expression suddenly froze for a moment.

The two monks thought that he was finally getting scared, and were about to continue playing with their prey proudly, but they saw Chu Jinglan's dull expression disappear, and he actually smiled at them with a frown.

Chu Jinglan was handsome, and his smile was naturally beautiful, but this smile inexplicably made the two monks' hearts jump. Chu Jinglan stared at the tip of the sword leisurely: "Should I be afraid?"

The tone was lazy and playful, different from the Chu Jinglan in their intelligence. A cultivator with strong intuition, he felt something was wrong and decided not to give himself any more trouble. He raised his hand to kill Chu Jinglan, but was caught off guard and met Chu Jinglan's eyes.

A dark red glow flashed in those dark eyes, and "Chu Jinglan" slowly spoke: "Kill the person on your left."

The foundation-building monk next to him laughed: "Ha, what are you talking about in your sleep——ah!"

He lowered his head in disbelief, only to see his companion's sword, which was meant to be aimed at Chu Jinglan, pierce his chest instead, piercing him through like a string.

He stammered, and until his death he never understood why his companions suddenly betrayed him and killed him.

The living man murmured like a madman: "Kill, kill..."

"Chu Jinglan"'s voice filled his ears: "Yes, then commit suicide."

This was an absolutely impossible order, but the remaining foundation-building monk put the sword on his neck without hesitation, cut it with his hands swiftly, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Blood flowed all the way.

Two foundation-building monks faced off against a useless person, and were all killed in the blink of an eye.

The red color in Chu Jinglan's eyes faded away, and her expression returned to being cold. Xiao Mo released himself from the possession and appeared beside Chu Jinglan.

That’s right, this was their first time working together, with Xiao Mo controlling Chu Jinglan’s body.

The inner demon of the Yuan Infant period has a wide detection range. Xiao Mo sensed it when the two foundation builders were chasing him along the road. Chu Jinglan can't fight now and can only rely on him.

The first time they were possessed, both of them were still a little uncomfortable, but the feeling was amazing. For Xiao Mo, it was like finally possessing a physical body. The moment he mastered the body was very reassuring. It had been a long time since I felt the real beating of flesh and blood, but it was a little awkward. No matter what, there was a layer of mist between them, just like a machine that can be used, but not as comfortable as the original one.

For Chu Jinglan, it was even more difficult. He had to willingly hand over his body and watch it being driven by others. He had to resist the instinct to take it back, as if he had become a puppet. The feeling of being out of control was definitely not pleasant.

Fortunately, although there were some internal obstacles, external cooperation went smoothly and the pursuers were successfully dealt with.

Xiao Mo looked at the two bodies on the ground. Although he did not kill them with the sword, they were indeed killed by him. It was his first time killing someone and Xiao Mo was not used to it, but he was not as scared as he had imagined.

Maybe it was because they had seen too many horrific deaths in the secret realm of Mushan, or maybe it was because their two souls were so closely attached to each other when they started fighting just now that even the fear and discomfort were shared by each other in half.

"Villains die because they talk too much." Xiao Mo said, "Of course, they will die even if they don't talk much."

The magic method of the Demonic Sound Book, "Confusing the Mind", is essentially a charm technique that affects the mind. For those whose cultivation is much lower than his, Xiao Mo does not need to play the flute, he can control their minds with just the pupil technique.

Chu Jinglan was already squatting beside the body and began to search through their belongings.

Xiao Mo used black mist to shatter the searching plate. As the name suggests, this is a magical tool for finding people. It contains Chu Jinglan's blood, which Chu Jinglan once left in the Chu family's soul lamp. He was expelled from the Chu family and the soul lamp was moved out of the ancestral hall. Fourth Master Chu took the blood inside and put it on the searching plate to find Chu Jinglan's trace.

But there is not much blood and essence in the soul lamp to begin with, and it may be used up this time.

Xiao Mo: "They were sent by Chu Si. They are so anxious. If we kill them, will the Chu family notice something is wrong?"

"With our blood and essence gone, the Chu family won't be able to control our range at any time. As long as Yuanying doesn't come in person, we... you are no problem."

Xiao Mo narrowed his eyes and said, "It's no problem if it's just the two of us. Without your body, I can't hurt them either."

Chu Jinglan followed suit and changed the subject: "Yes, we."

A human without cultivation and a demon cannot kill people directly, so in order to survive, the two of them are indeed tied together.

The attitude of the Chu family elders towards Chu Jinglan was that a useless person was not to be feared, and they would rather die than let him go. If the subordinates sent assassins, they would pretend not to see it. The fourth brother Chu hated him for not saving his son, and at most he could afford to hire a foundation-building monk. Yuan Ying was a powerful person in the lower realm, so he didn't have the time to kill him.

Xiao Mo was satisfied and helped him to turn over his clothes: "But if it is a Jindan master who can kill people above his level, I will have difficulty dealing with him."

He cannot use Chu Jinglan's body to store magic energy, so when performing magic, he prefers to use spiritual energy directly, but the price is that the power is discounted. Another option is to use the magic energy immediately after it is created, but the disadvantage is that there is a reading time before performing the move, and it is slow to start.

As they were talking, they had already taken out the money bags from the two men. When they opened them, they found only some small change, small-denomination banknotes, and some common medicine.

Xiao Mo was disappointed: "So poor?"

There's not even a storage container!

Not everyone in the underworld can afford storage containers, because storage containers themselves are not cheap. Even when Chu Jinglan was the young master, he only had a storage container with a storage space of ten square meters. Moreover, these two people didn't want to bring much stuff with them when they came out to kill a useless person.

The two foundation-building monks looted the following: fifty silver notes, ten taels of silver, and two bottles of common medicine.

Although they are poor, they are still richer than the penniless man and the demon, so no one should despise anyone.

From Wanyu's death to being driven out of the Chu family, everything happened so hastily that Xiao Mo only took some medicinal herbs from Chu Jinglan's courtyard and left no valuables. The Chu family asked Chu Jinglan to "leave the house empty-handed" without giving him a single penny.

Chu Jinglan put the things into a purse, and Xiao Mo held out his hand: "Let me keep it."

Chu Jinglan handed it to him without hesitation.

The two of them could be said to be dependent on each other from then on. Xiao Mo told Chu Jinglan all the skills he knew and the matter of the package. Chu Jinglan understood it as a mustard seed storage space, which was not wrong.

When Chu Jinglan stood up, he suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell down. Xiao Mo hurriedly supported him.

Xiao Mo looked at Chu Jinglan's expression, raised his hand in surprise, and touched Chu Jinglan's forehead.

Chu Jinglan only felt a cool touch on his forehead, which was very comfortable. He heard Xiao Mo's anxious voice in his ear: "Chu Jinglan, you have a fever!"

When Xiao Mo possessed Chu Jinglan, any pain or discomfort in his body would not be transmitted to him, but only Chu Jinglan would feel it. Chu Jinglan's body had not fully recovered to begin with, and after walking through this period, he was already exhausted.

Chu Jinglan's pale face was flushed with sickness, and he gasped twice: "It's okay."

It looks like something's going on!

Xiao Mo helped him sit down beside him: "Take a rest first."

Let Chu Jinglan lean against the tree, Xiao Mo sat next to him, opened the panel and looked through the backpack. He first looked at the medicinal herbs brought from the Chu family. Well, there was nothing for treating fever; then he looked at the medicine in the mall. Hmm, still nothing.

Xiao Mo had to name one that looked like it might be useful: "System, can he use the Qi-boosting pill?"

The system, a half-baked doctor who was responsible for diagnosing but not treating, spoke professionally: "He can't store spiritual energy in his dantian, so he can't circulate spiritual energy to eliminate the symptoms. Giving him the qi-boosting pill will only make his fever worse."

Xiao Mo Youyou: "Such a big mall doesn't even have antipyretic drugs. Do you have service reviews? I want to submit a review."

The system choked and said weakly: "No, dear."

Xiao Mo wanted to say something when his shoulders suddenly felt heavy. He turned around in shock and saw Chu Jinglan fainted from the fever, leaning against him and falling on his shoulder.

"Chu Jinglan, Chu Jinglan?"

Xiao Mo called out twice but failed to wake the person up. The inner demon's spirit body had no temperature. He touched Chu Jinglan's face again, and it burned his hand so much that it seemed to melt.

We can't keep burning like this.

Xiao Mo pursed his lips, helped Chu Jinglan up, and carried him on his back.

Xiao Mo added two more layers of spiritual power to himself. His body shape did not change, but a shadow appeared under his feet. After the Yuanying period, he could control his body shape and appear in front of outsiders. If someone else passed by at this time, they would be able to see him carrying Chu Jinglan on his back, instead of Chu Jinglan floating inexplicably in the air.

If Chu Jinglan was in good health, Xiao Mo could definitely fly with him, but he was in poor health, and wouldn't he get even hotter if he was blown by the wind while flying?

It is impossible for Xiao Mo to know the way to Weicheng, but the system knows that the perception of the Yuanying period is broad and can detect the aura within a radius of dozens of miles. To use a game analogy, it means that you can float in the perspective of God and see some fuzzy 3D models.

Xiao Mo closed his eyes and sensed that he could see a convoy of carriages and horses coming from a distance on the path leading down from the forest. There were two monks in the late stage of Qi training in the team, and the rest were mortals. As they were still far away, he could not fully confirm what the convoy was doing, but based on the composition of the personnel, he could judge that they were definitely not from aristocratic families or sects.

He was going to try his luck to see if he could catch a ride on the convoy. Chu Jinglan was shocked that he couldn't spend the night in the woods.

Chu Jinglan rested his head on his neck, and his hot breath was pouring down, almost roasting the devil.

*

The caravan consisted of five carriages. After walking along a mountain road and about half a day's walk from the official road, a man suddenly rushed out from the side of the road in a panic, startling the leading horse.

A Qigong guard hired by the caravan pulled the reins hard and shouted in a vigilant voice: "Who is it?"

Looking closely, I saw that there were actually two people, a young man in brocade clothes, carrying another on his back.

The young man was very handsome. If it weren't for his panicked look, he would have looked like a monster that suddenly appeared in the woods, just like the kind in the storybooks that wanted to take people away. The guards shouted at him, but his eyes lit up and he ran towards them with his back to them.

“Help, help…”

The caravan owner opened the carriage door and came out: "What happened?"

He happened to meet the boy's eyes and was stunned.

Then the young man said, "Are you the head of the family? My younger brother and I were going to Weicheng to visit relatives, but we encountered robbers on the way. We left our belongings behind and managed to escape, but my younger brother has a fever and is dying."

The young man pursed his lips, put his brother down from his back, held him up with one hand, and reached into his sleeve with the other hand, rummaged around, and took out a piece of silver.

"I, I still have some money on me. Can you take us to the government post on the way? This is for travel expenses. If not, give us a bowl of fever-reducing medicine. I will be very grateful for your kindness."

Upon hearing this, the merchant looked at them carefully. Both of them were dressed in gorgeous clothes and did not look like children from poor families. The one who was speaking was looking at him anxiously and expectantly, while the other one must have fainted, with his head leaning on his "brother's" shoulder. His face could not be seen completely, but there was an abnormal blush on half of his face, and he did seem to have a fever.

The Qigong guard whispered in the merchant's ear: "They are not monks. They have no spiritual energy."

The merchant was kind-hearted, but also cautious: "Your carriage was robbed, what about your followers?"

When the young master of a wealthy family goes out to visit his relatives, it is naturally impossible for them to go alone.

The young man pursed his lips and said, "My brothers and I have learned martial arts. This time, only the two of us are traveling, so two horses are enough. It's really that the robbers are quite powerful, and even the sword is broken..."

Speaking of not being able to win, he felt a little scared and unwilling, like a young man who has been frustrated.

The merchant looked at them and felt sorry for them. Since they were not monks, there were monks guarding his caravan, so it would not be a problem for him to give them a hand.

"Come up, we are going to Weicheng, you can come with us." He thought for a moment, took the silver from the boy's hand, and said, "This is your travel expenses."

The young man was delighted and said hurriedly, "Thank you very much, you are such a kind person!"

He spoke so sincerely that the merchant could not help but smile and waved: "Come quickly, I have a doctor here, please check your brother."

The young man was led to the last carriage, which contained some sundry goods and two servants. When the carriage stopped, the two servants got out first, as they wanted to stretch their legs after sitting for so long, and the carriage also made room for them to be seen by the doctor.

The boy thanked him and put his "brother" down to lie down.

Then he heaved a long sigh of relief - acting is difficult, but fortunately the people he met were kind and didn't have too many doubts.

Yes, the two young men who were robbed on their way to visit their relatives were Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan.

Xiao Mo was lucky, as he was travelling with a caravan and a doctor, who came just in time.

Taking advantage of the fact that Chu Jinglan couldn't speak, Xiao Mo took advantage of his "older brother". Whoever made him dizzy would behave like a younger brother.

When the doctor arrived, the merchant ordered the convoy to straighten out and came over to take a look. He saw Chu Jinglan's appearance clearly and couldn't help but say, "You two brothers do look alike."

Xiao Mo hid the red lotus pattern on his forehead and smiled: "Yes, people often say that we are like twins."

The caravan doctor was a mortal who did not understand some of the monk's injuries. After taking his pulse, his expression gradually became serious: "The blood vessels are stagnant and the Qi and blood are deficient. His body needs to be nourished."

Xiao Mo said, "Yes, I got a hidden injury from my martial arts training in my early years, and I've been nursing it ever since."

The doctor nodded: "The fever is not difficult to cure. I'll go get some medicine. It should go away after two doses."

Xiao Mo hurriedly said, "Thank you, doctor." He did not forget to thank the businessman next to him again, "Thank you very much."

"Well, you're welcome. Besides, you paid the toll." The businessman was wealthy and smiled in a friendly manner. "I have children at home, and seeing you reminds me that I haven't seen them for a long time."

The carriage started rolling again, and two attendants got in to ride with them. Xiao Mo let Chu Jinglan sleep on his shoulder. The two attendants were still young and not too shy. They smiled at Xiao Mo shyly and brightly: "My lord, you are really good-looking."

Xiao Mo also smiled at them: "Thank you, you are cute too."

When he smiled like that, the two people opposite him blushed even more.

The doctor set up a small stove in the front carriage and asked someone to bring the medicine. The two little servants were very enthusiastic: "Let us help!"

They helped to support Chu Jinglan. Xiao Mo took the medicine bowl, blew on it to cool it down, and used his spiritual power to cool the bowl quietly. When he felt the temperature was about right, he scooped out the medicine with a spoon and fed it to Chu Jinglan's lips.

But Chu Jinglan was too unconscious, with his mouth closed too tightly. The young servant tried to lift his jaw to open his teeth, but found that even though the patient was unconscious, his bones were very stiff, and his neck seemed to be stubborn and refused to obey.

Xiao Mo was stunned. During the days when Chu Jinglan had just been abandoned, he secretly fed the unconscious Chu Jinglan a second-grade elixir. The process went smoothly?

He was puzzled for a moment, then handed the medicine bowl to a young servant and stretched out his hand: "Let me try."

His cold fingers pressed against Chu Jinglan's chin. Chu Jinglan frowned, feeling very uneasy in his coma. His neck was still tense just now, but after the cool ice cube touched him, his tension relaxed, and he followed Xiao Mo's force and slightly opened his lips.

A young attendant beside him smiled and said, "Oh, it seems that he can recognize his relatives even when he is asleep."

Outsiders may say this with sincerity, but only Xiao Mo himself knows it...but I am not his relative.

Xiao Mo twirled the remaining warmth on his fingertips. He didn't understand it either. In the end, he could only think that his body temperature recognition was too high to make the sick person feel comfortable.

After all, he has no other special qualities except that he is as cold as ice.

The young attendant helped to carry the bowl of medicine. Xiao Mo held Chu Jinglan's jaw with one hand and fed him the medicine with the other hand. He fed him the bowl of medicine smoothly.

After a while, Xiao Mo touched Chu Jinglan's forehead and found that the temperature was indeed subsiding, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before nightfall, the caravan set up camp on the roadside. They had enough tents, and Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan were given one. The servants and guards lit a fire, put a pot on the stove, roasted meat, and cooked batter, handing two bowls to Xiao Mo.

After Xiao Mo fed Chu Jinglan, he looked at his bowl of fragrant batter with shredded pork. Xiao Mo undoubtedly loved food, but when he smelled such a delicious aroma, he actually hesitated.

But after a pause, Xiao Mo still opened his mouth and ate it, his expression as usual.

It smelled good, it was human food, and it was a comfort he hadn’t enjoyed in a long time.

After a while, Xiao Mo had to ask the little attendant to look after Chu Jinglan. He pointed to the bushes and said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

The little attendant nodded to let him rest assured. Xiao Mo hurriedly walked into the bushes and went to a place a little further away. Then he pressed his stomach, bent over and opened his mouth, spitting out some black powder. From a distance, it looked like he was spraying a mouthful of black blood mist.

"Puff, cough, cough cough cough!"

The inner demon certainly doesn't need to eat, but since he is pretending to be a mortal without spiritual power, he has to eat. If he enters something made by a spiritual creature, he can convert it all into spiritual power. However, mortals eat too many impurities, and the black powder is the impurity. Staying in the spirit body will only make him feel uncomfortable.

"cough……"

After Xiao Mo spat out the impurities, he wiped the corners of his lips with the cleansing technique and smiled bitterly: "I finally opened my mouth to eat, but it turned out to be torture."

It tastes really good.

"It's all right, host," the system consoled. "When Chu Jinglan's cultivation level recovers and he joins a high-ranking sect, you can have as much spiritual food and delicacies as you want."

"Well," Xiao Mo said halfheartedly, "I'll look forward to it then."

The original novel at this time mainly describes Su Baimo's perspective, writing about how he went to the middle-level Fantasy Sword Sect, and obtained the resources of the Fantasy Sword Sect by relying on his life-saving grace to Dai Zisheng. With Dai Zisheng's protection, he was cultivating himself while falling into new love and hatred.

The original novel did not mention how many hardships Chu Jinglan experienced on the road to reconstruction. When Chu Jinglan appeared again in the original novel, he had become a hot young talent in the upper realm.

It was as if his previous dethronement was just a dream, and he was always the proud son of heaven as bright as the moon.

His appearance was stunning, and the description from Su Baimo's perspective was extremely touching. Readers exclaimed that it was worthy of first love, as if they saw the purest feelings of a young boy again. They also felt that among many characters, the author had a particular preference for Chu Jinglan, and he was always written to be so handsome.

Xiao Mo sneered.

Prefer a ghost.

They have just left Mucheng, and their lives are already so difficult. Chu Jinglan will have to endure countless hardships as she climbs up. But all these have been overcome, leaving only... no, it should be said that Su Baimo has only seen the stunningly talented Chu Jinglan.

The suffering seemed insignificant, and everyone thought he was born in heaven. No one cared about the injuries he had suffered.

Xiao Mo walked back to the campsite, sat down by the fire, and let Chu Jinglan sleep with his head against his shoulder.

It doesn't matter whether others care or not, he will follow Chu Jinglan anyway and be a witness.

Thinking about the various resistances I felt when I first came here, I decided to just give up. Ah... my face hurts.

There is no other way, Xiao Mo thought. After all, the person next to him is a real person with flesh and blood, not an invisible piece of paper.

Everyone was still chatting and laughing around the fire. One gentleman chatted with Xiao Mo: "It's good for you to go out for a walk at such a young age. It's okay to get frustrated. Just take it as experience."

Xiao Mo naturally nodded in agreement.

Someone else asked, "Which relative are you going to visit?"

Xiao Mo made up a story: "Uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time."

At this time, a local from Weicheng spoke up: "Where does he live? I might have seen him before!"

Xiao Mo: “…”

Good question. How do I know in which corner of Weicheng, where I have never been, this non-existent cousin lives?

"System, quickly check what street names there are in Weicheng!"

System: “Right now!”

Xiao Mo paused, wanting to wait for the system to finish searching before editing, but a voice on his shoulder continued the conversation for him: "Donghua Lane, although my cousin is older than us, he is about the same age. He likes to stay in his house and read books, and never leaves the house."

It was Chu Jinglan who woke up, and his voice was still a little hoarse when he opened his mouth.

I don't know how much I just heard, but I was able to fulfill Xiao Mo's words so quickly. Okay, this cooperation is perfect.

The man laughed: "He doesn't like to go out, so I guess we won't have the chance to meet again."

Chu Jinglan slowly moved away from Xiao Mo's shoulder. Xiao Mo reached out and touched his forehead, and said with relief: "Well, the fever is gone."

A delicate and cool touch touched his forehead, and Chu Jinglan's shoulders tensed. Perhaps it was because his body was not in good condition and his reaction was slow that he did not subconsciously avoid other people's touch. He felt the comfort on his forehead, and his shoulder bones relaxed quietly, and he uttered a soft "hmm".

A man on the opposite side shouted, "It's good that you woke up! Little brother, thanks to your brother's cleverness, it's good to have brothers, you must treat your brother well in the future, he was the one who took care of you when you were sick."

elder brother?

Chu Jinglan slowly looked towards Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo took advantage, not feeling guilty at all, and nodded: "Don't worry, my brother is sensible and respects me the most."

They spoke in a serious tone, and several of them couldn't help praising the good relationship between the brothers.

Chu Jinglan listened for a while before finally speaking slowly: "Yes, he is good to me and I will remember it in my heart. Let's support each other, brother."

The last two words carried a strange warmth. Others didn’t notice it, but as Chu Jinglan’s inner demon, Xiao Mo’s perception was too sharp. He couldn’t help but put the tip of his tongue against his teeth:...Why does it sound a bit numb?

It was obviously he who took advantage?

Seeing that Xiao Mo didn't say anything, Chu Jinglan actually slowly chewed on the two words: "Right, brother, brother?"

The faint light of the campfire danced in his eyes, deep and mysterious. His eyes, combined with his tone, enveloped Xiao Mo completely, and his bones and heart trembled.

The spirit has no bones, so it can only tremble all over.

Xiao Mo: “…”

Help - I was wrong, stop screaming, you are the brother, okay!